Sunday, January 26, 2014

Ode To Mum


your thighs and his nose
his hair and your toes

your skin and his pimples
his hands and your dimples

your strength and his reserve
his legs and your curve

your emotion and his silence
his height and your guidance

your heart and his wit
his stubbornness and your grit

what a mixed bag I've turned out to be
but if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be me


Linking up with dVerse and Poets United.

30 comments:

  1. I suppose we are all "made" men and women, I liked the playful feel and rhythm

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  2. A person is really a mixture of characteristics! Hopefully, the best from both. Smiles! I ALSO enjoyed the rhythm of this poem.

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    1. Thanks Mary, the best from both on a good day!

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  3. Yes a very clever ode to the combinations we all are of our parents.

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  4. Oh I really like this one! Well done!

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  5. we do find them everywhere if we take the time to look

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    1. Yes, it's all about seeing them reflected in you.

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  6. ah this is lovely...smiles...you got the best of both eh?
    its cool you see them in you so much...i like her grin
    smiles.

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  7. my son wrote for school the other day about his dad: "his hair has a mind of its own and just grows uncontrollably. unfortunately, i have inherited exactly that same mad hair."

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    1. . . . mad hair, love that. My dad had very thin hair which is what I inherited. :0)

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  8. ah smiles... a beautiful ode to your mom... and so cool if we discover both parents in our own appearance and character.. when i look at my own kids, it's the same... a bit of magic...smiles... your mom looks lovely

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  9. Aww..that was so sweet and such clever way of writing! Loved the flow :)

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  10. LOVED the poem and the image and haven't stopped smiling since seeing it on FB.

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    1. Thanks Honey, it was a fun one to write.

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  11. Loved the poem. Well done.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  12. We do not choose the combinations but we certainly are mixtures of both our parents. Very nice ode to your mom, Kathryn! I like the form as well as the tone of your poem.

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  13. this is almost Dr Seussian - and that's cool ~

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    1. I hadn't thought about that but that is cool.

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  14. Fabulous rhyming and image of your sweet Mum. :)

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  15. Trust me--mixed is good. I'm way too much of my mother...a bit of a neurotic fruitcake! Smiles.

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    1. Mixed is good . . . unless you get the duff stuff from each, he, he, he.

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